Page 44 of Road to Redemption

As Leo moved me, Spencer moved toward the door at the end of the cabin, sliding it shut and flipping a lock.

Reaching for the hem of my shorts, I feared Leo would rip yet another piece of my wardrobe. But instead, she got down on her knees, peeling both the shorts and my panties off. She threw them across the plane’s cabin without looking away from my eyes.

Using her broad shoulders, she spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy. Her golden gaze stayed on mine, holding my attention as she plunged her tongue between my folds. I felt my pleasure slip from my entrance and into her mouth.

I couldn’t look away from her, not until Spencer came back to the table and brought two of her fingers to my mouth.

Then I met Spencer’s gaze, sucking her deeper into my throat as Dom watched on.

Another moan escaped my lips as Leo’s tongue flicked between my hardened clit and my dripping channel.

Shaking her head, Dom let out a devious laugh. One that sent a shiver down my spine as she moved to stand behind Leo. “What are you? A bunch of horny co-eds? This is embarrassing. My little captive will take whatever I give her. Isn’t that right?”

My eyes narrowed at her, not willing to stop pleasing Spencer to bite back at Dom. But I wouldn’t take anything. I’d made her admit how badly she wanted me, I had just as much control over her as she had over me.

My submission was rooted in my ability to make Dom crumble to her fucking knees.

She didn’t take kindly to my lack of answer. Grabbing Leo’s shoulder, she ripped Leo away from my center.

Stunned, Leo stumbled back. “You asshole.”

Not that Dom gave a fuck, instead she pressed between my legs and pulled out her strap from her black trousers. She lined herself up with my entrance, wetting the tip in the mixture of my pleasure and Leo’s spit before plunging deep inside.

A gasp ripped through my chest as she filled me, my hands gripping the table underneath me as my legs spread for her.

Rising to her feet, Leo shook her head as she walked around Dom.

Dom put one hand around my back, pressing my lower spine into her cock as she made me ride it. The other snaked up to my throat, her fingers pressing into the skin. Practised, Dom grabbed around my trachea, only applying pressure to the areas around it.

I’d learned it in a movie years ago, that someone wasn’t supposed to apply flat pressure across the neck. Instead, gripping the outside still gave the same feeling of choking without risking damage to your trachea.

Despite Dom’s aggression, she knew how to take me safely. And her care proved that she didn’t want to hurt me. Not in a real way.

Taking all of her like this, watching the dildo slide in and out of my soaked pussy, made it hard to stay upright. I felt my body leaning back, pressing into Dom’s flat palm that tried to hold me in place.

Spencer sidled up next to me, gripping the fabric of my t-shirt and ripping it over my head. Tossing it across the room, her hand snaked around my back to the clasp of my simple, black bra.

As soon as the bra snapped open, I felt a relief in my lungs and back, enough to let whimper escape my lips.

“That’s it, good girl.” Spencer licked her lips, letting her fingers trace the outline of my chin.

“Don’t hog her.” Leo growled, ramming into Dom’s shoulders and making her grip on my spine slip.

My body fell back, air hitching in my lungs as I slammed into the polished surface. “Fuck.” I groaned, still taking all of Dom’s length as my body adjusted to being laid out like this.

Dom let her grip on my throat drop, bringing both of her hands to my thighs. Digging her fingers into the flesh, she pulled my hips closer to her cock. The motion forced the strap all the way to the end of my channel, a painful gasp signalling the tip smacking into my cervix.

But Dom didn’t give a fuck, continuing her harsh pounding.

Wide-eyed, Spencer licked her lips. “I had no idea you could be used like this.”

There was no way I could respond, my body too overstimulated to even find words.

Instead, Spencer brought her hand to my lips. “Spit in my palm, Bunny.”

I did as I was told, gathering as much saliva as I could before pursuing my lips and letting it fall into her hands.

Taking my spit, Spencer opened her jeans and put her hand in her boxers. She played with herself while she watched Dom.